Stills Stephen - Old Times Good Times lyrics

When I was young and needed my time alone Jump in the Pirogue, pole down the Bayou Bogue Falaya River was dark and cold Seven years old, I couldn't find my way home Old times, good times Old times, good times When I was twelve, I learned how to play the guitar Got myself a job in a jax beer bar Got myself together, went to New Orleans Found myself workin' for rice and beans And it was good times Old times, good times Old times, good times New York city was so damned cold I had to get out of that town before I got old California and rock and roll dream Got too high and we blew our whole scene But we had a good time Old times, good times Old times, good times Old times, good times Old times, good times